"Oh, yes! Now that you mention it, I remember too. I heard the sect master has a very close friend in Spirit Hall."
Another elder spoke with a look of realization.
"Oh? How close? This is the first I've heard of it."
Beside him, a newly promoted elder who had never heard this sect secret immediately burned with the flames of gossip.
"Let's put it this way: they're so close they don't wear pants..."
"Bah! I mean they're close enough to share a pair of pants."
Realizing his slip of the tongue, the elder hastily corrected himself.
Uh...
Everyone present froze in bewilderment.
They did not know whether to believe what the elder had said before correcting himself or afterward.
"Ahem."
"Enough. Elders, stop guessing."
Tuoba Xi said with a dark expression, "I don't intend to rely on an elder from Spirit Hall to resolve this problem."
"Then how does the sect master intend to resolve it?"
Everyone in the hall was taken aback.
One could say that asking that elder from Spirit Hall for help was their only way to resolve the problem.
Yet their sect master had actually rejected their suggestion.
What else could they rely on?
Their looks?
What a joke. If they had to rely on their looks, everyone in the Holy Dragon Sect would starve!
"In our Soul Master World, the bigger fist has always been in the right. Since I've said this, we will naturally resolve the problem through strength."
Tuoba Xi swept his gaze around the hall, his words ringing with conviction.
"Through strength?"
This answer was far beyond everyone's expectations.
They even wondered whether their sect master had gone out for a while and returned a fool.
Knowing full well that their opponent was a Titled Douluo, he still intended to pit